In the beginning, there was only the wild. Mother Oak, ancient and endless, wove a child from clay, root, and moonlight — a being meant not to rule the forest, but to belong to it. In the Idyll Wilds, the trees whisper secrets older than language, and the rivers hum songs of forgotten worlds. As the child comes of age beneath the boughs, a quiet stirring awakens — one that could shift the balance between life and wilderness forever. A tale of becoming, of memory, and of the sacred bond between soul and soil, Idyll Wilds is a lyrical journey into a world where the line between human and wild has not yet been drawn. Step carefully. The forest remembers.
